Why why write a protest song,
A wailing testament to a world gone wrong?
So the wrong man’s dead and the bird has flown.
You can’t do shit about it Mr Jones.

Why why bother to care?
It’s a crappy old world and you’ve got your share.
Some bloke you’ll never meet has got no home?
You can’t do shit about it Mr Jones.

Why should we feed everyone,
All those pot-bellied kids beneath the African sun?
Famine’s nature’s population control.
You can’t do shit about it Mr Jones.

And if you sound optimistic, I guess
It’s ’cause you sound simplistic too,
And if you think you’ve got the answers to it all
I’ve got a question here for you.

Why why judge hypocrisy?
It’s human nature as it ought to be.
You get more stuff if you pawn your soul.
You can’t do shit about it Mr Jones.

Why can’t the world be like it should?
It’s either good at being bad or bad at being good.
Each time the sun comes out, the shadows grow.
You can’t do shit about it Mr Jones.

Why why do the bad guys win?
Because they’re organised and disciplined.
They learned the rules while you just got stoned.
You can’t do shit about it Mr Jones.

And if I sound fatalistic, I guess
It’s ’cause I’m pessimistic too.
And if you think you’ve got the answers to it all
I’ve got a question here for you.

Why why are so many so poor?
Because society needs them no more.
Their times have changed and their winds have blown.
You can’t do shit about it Mr Jones.

Why why am I singing this song?
Don’t want to change the world for all that it’s wrong.
Your tears of rage could be my next cologne.
You can’t do shit about it Mr Jones.